User blog comment:Corbus/A New Home/@comment-1298206-20111005234555

Gromba watches them as they walk away while he places another bolt into his pistol crossbow. He spits off to the side and narrows his eyes before turning and walking deeper into the jungle

A gang of rats numbering around a score plus five sit around a fire of average size as smoke rises towards the sky. Each one of them looks like a hardened fighter, all of them cold hearted with weapons close at paw. A tall, lean rat with a scimitar stowed in a leather belt around his waist inspects his claws "We ain't seen 'im in over a day. I bet somethin' 'appened to 'im or he's left us."

''Something causes some plants in the underbush to stir. The rats look over at the shaking foliage as Gromba steps through a pair of bushes''